Undeserving

Guide me to source
offer all that I ask, but  
I have no voice…

Desire cut off in formative years
a product of dysfunctional loyalty
I am tethered to other
submissive by conditioning

Have forgotten my primal roots
my lupine instinct numbed
by domestication

Lead me to riches
and I will balk at the door
wander off distracted

It is not indifference
but an inability to relate

the concept of deserving
beyond my reach.

(Image my creation)

Fabricated

The loom on which
I weave
these threads
is more foreboding
than machinery

These fibres,
neither silken
nor wool,
cottoned
from misadventures,
miscommunication,
and inner unraveling

The mind,
an unpredictable
seamstress,
fabricates a flawed tale –
silver threads of wisdom
sewn between precarious lines –
consumer be wary.

(Image created by AI. This is an edited version of the original.)

Lessons From a Newborn

Rest. Nap as often as you need;
life can be exhausting – store up.

Cry. Let your feelings be known –
your voice is your saving grace.

Joy is a whole body experience;
immerse yourself in total delight.

Hold on to those who love you;
your survival depends on them.

See the world through new ideas;
you never know what thrills await.

Listen intently when others speak;
they will be your captive audience.

Imitate other. Practice until you
have found your own expression.

(Image mine)

Trust the process, living fully
in each moment. Be present.

Honour the miracle of existence;
embrace the blessing that is you!

(Lessons from a Newborn first appeared here June, 2016. Image my own)